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Date:2005-07-14 22:59
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hi all (non-existants),
i posted a new song (old song) on my website (waste of time), it's called "unformed seed" (the robin did it). click here (stay still) and then click on "paintings for animals" (cats are color-blind). you should give it a listen (throw it at the wall). it's another improvised piece (compositionally devoid). and you should (nimble shimble) let me know what you think (thinking makes life un). peace (copper river)

pearson

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Date:2005-07-13 18:38
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$20, my passport, and a substantial scattergram of my brain cells, all gone.

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Date:2005-07-07 23:21
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By observing the mating rituals of fruit flies after different mating experiences, researchers have gained a greater understanding of how animals organize their behavioral responses in complex learning situations. The work is reported in the February 8 issue of Current Biology by Dr. Leslie Griffith, of Brandeis University, and colleagues at the University of Toronto.
Previous studies have demonstrated successful learning in the fruit fly (Drosophila melanogaster) under standardized laboratory conditions. In natural environments, however, the cues for learning are rarely clear cut. Animals are routinely presented with complex stimuli and must alter their behavior to give priority to the most relevant recent experience. To investigate how animals deal with learning multiple cues, we have explored the ability male fruit flies learn to discriminate between the pheromonal signals given off by different types of female flies.

Male courtship in fruit flies is a stereotyped set of behaviors that are stimulated by pheromones given off by female flies. Although courtship appears to be a "hard-wired" aspect of the male nervous system, the decision to initiate the behavior can be influenced by previous experience. This study demonstrates that Drosophila males can be trained to discriminate between different types of female pheromones: males will suppress courtship of the class of female that was associated in past experience with a failure to copulate. This "trainer-specific" learning is mediated by hydrocarbon olfactory cues and modifies the male's ability to subsequently respond to pheromones. Concurrent and serial presentation of different types of female pheromones demonstrated that the ability to retain the memory of a particular pheromonal cue could be modified by the order in which the cues were presented. Simultaneous presentation of two pheromone cues during training involving failed copulation resulted in males learning to avoid both types of females. If cues were presented serially, however, the formation of memory for the second cue actively suppressed retention of the memory for the first cue. This ability to modify learned behavior is essential for the successful navigation of experience-rich natural environments.

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Date:2005-06-16 05:43
Subject:James Bond again
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Up is also a new James Bond, Classic Gentlemen song, 06.15.05. Ari was initiated into the body of Classic Gentlemen. This track is two tracks: on the first, Jake and I play prepared guitars; and, on the second (a blind mix), Ari and I play on a dijembe while Jake tinkers to provide counterpoint in timbre and melody on the classical Ovation.

click here to download 06.15.05

again, it would be tremendously helpful if you could give me some contructive or impressionary feedback. i love you all,

Pearson

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Date:2005-06-15 19:20
Subject:Blanket
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I posted a song called Blanket, about the graduation last night. In particular, the songs is for Blake Allen, so if you see him or know his phone number, tell him to download the song and where. Much appreciated.

click here to download Blanket

let me know what you think. take care you all.

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Date:2005-05-16 01:15
Subject:Song added
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i added a new song, which i conceptualized last night and wrote/recorded today. the title is, Les Cigarettes Astrales and it's about the nicotine addiction and its karmic ramifications.

click here to download load the song (4.91mb).

or, click here and navigate to the "paintings for animals" page, read about it, and then download.

i hope you enjoy it. and again, let me know what you think (either here, through e-mail, by phone, or in person)

love you all,

pearson

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Date:2005-05-15 20:08
Subject:my website
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i have new website, it as a little music and more will go up every week or so. the url is:

www.paintingsforanimals.tk

take a look if you like, and let me know what you things (e-mail: paintingsforanimals@hotmail.com). hope all of you are doing well.

pearson

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Date:2004-05-14 00:30
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i'm gonna fuck your mom.

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Date:2004-05-04 22:10
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1) copy and paste
2) the 5th sentence
3) in your 23rd entry

nevertheless, it is the nausea, the kind that arises at the thought of anything.

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Date:2004-05-03 23:22
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some one comment on the previous entry.

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Date:2004-05-03 01:06
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Hemingway and I

I

I look through a hatched fence
and see a single star and the night sky,
casting blue on the fence's unsanded wood.

I think of Hemingway's Jake Barnes,
as he describes his life:

"It is awfully easy", he says,
"to be hardboiled about everything
in the daytime,
but at night
it is another thing."

The moon shines brightly,
but unlike the sun,
it doesn't hurt to stare.

I think that when it's day,
it's awfully easy
not to look.


II

My seat dangles from the deck above.
I purse my lips, then inhale
and my calves and stomach weaken.

I think of Hemingway's
incessant rattling on about alcohol,

His Jake Barnes, proclaiming
that every he and she
"drinks and smokes too much."

Barnes's right, I smoke too much,
and I, like Hemingway,
compulsively write of my addiction:

Trying to fit it around my mind,
trying to fit my mind around
how I don't stop but I can
and how I can't stop
because I don't.

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Date:2004-04-26 22:03
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Post a memory of me in the comments. It can be anything you want. Then post this to your journal and see what people remember of you.

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Date:2004-03-28 03:36
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some time ago, i was riding my usual 71 and a beardy-looking man sitting next to me turned to me and said, "i guess the 70's only run only run on 15th during the weekend." i made little or no reply and thought little or nothing of his comment until tonight. i'd been waiting along university way at a stop without a time listing, when of a sudden the beardy man's comment came to mind. i peered down the darkened, carless street and at the sight of no potential witnesses to my potential return, i made my way up to 15th. upon arriving at my bus, i gazed with peaked interest at the traffic lights all blinking yellow. as far down i could see, yellow was my luck. my interest wanned and i looked at my watch but the hands meant nothing to me. so, i talked to myself a bit, mostly running scenarios of how my evening would end and one about defending myself against a friend who questioned, "why didn't you just walk home." then at the horizon of my vision i saw form and, as i slowly materialized, i felt a sinking to see it was a white mass. as it drew more near i saw it was a run down van - the kind that incites in me a certain fear carousing pedophiles - markless but for a 71 spray painted across the hood. i felt a bit hesitant but when it's emergence stop lights began to flash and it pulled up to the curb, i thought why not. the driver stepped out of the van, walked to the side sliding door, and opened it, signaling for me to get in. i let go of myself, stepped in, and took a seat on the light brown upholstery. the driver got in and began to drive, slowly in the face of the yellow lights. the cabin was strangely empty, so i watched the driver but he seemed rather comfortable. i smelled smoked and asked him if he been smoking. he said yes and offered to roll me a cigarette. i thought it might be interesting to see him roll and drive so i accepted. but he began to pull over. a fear surged in me and i thought for sure he was going to make his move. but i he simply took out his pouch of tobacco, two papers, and began to roll a pair of cigarettes. then he unbuckled and climbed back into the cabin. he told me his name and we sat and smoked and talked a bit. it was nice and i felt like the night was kind of sunny. it occurs to me to say that he was really a pretty sweet guy.

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Date:2004-03-15 17:58
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feces. everywhere. look out for that falling fecis. i wish some one had said that to me. but no, there is feces all over my life. in every corner.

"i will write you a reggae song."

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Date:2004-03-01 00:42
Subject:Did y'all know that CRVs are made to roll like bowling balls?
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crack
roll:
onto driver's side
onto roof
onto passenger's side
onto tires
onto driver's side
covered in shards of glass
are you okay
yeah
are you
yeah
open door with foot
get out
help out
go back for keys
that's pretty stupid

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Date:2004-01-28 22:57
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does anyone else feel the void? just curious, let me know if so.

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Date:2004-01-28 04:52
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i hate all of your suspect eyes. i feel them not on but in the back of my neck. it gives me a headache and i cower like a baby in the corner. shit my pants and cry until someone comes to clean up the mess. only the jokes on you because it was in your corner. only the jokes on me because they are my eyes. and to have them in the back of my neck renders me sightless.
for nothing matters
for matters is a word
for word is a word
for is a word
is a word
is a a word
is is a word
a is a word
a word is a word
and words don't matter
unless you want them to
but not if you don't

word yo
word

peace.love.empathy.
pearson

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Date:2004-01-08 03:58
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shitty shitty gangbang

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Date:2004-01-07 01:28
Subject:mocis
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halo.here are two songs.done over break.hope they work.more deconstructionistically styled.at parts.in part.tell me if you like.tell me if not.not if deconstyle part break two done.here in songs work.

http://www.mpulse.com/martist.asp?aID=6958

big bass-conducive earphones are best.have fun but not too many babies lest you be broke, unhappy, and ridden with feces.

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Date:2003-12-30 00:36
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comment some time you.

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